The practice of weapons was naturally done on horseback. Those who practiced martial arts on foot were not generals, but wanderers of Jianghu.
Wu Weiying used a long saber. This saber was different from the standard long saber of the Ming Army. It was not like a glaive, but a very long hilt. The blade was also as long as the hilt. If one had to find a similar one, it would be similar to the zhanmadao used by foot soldiers.
However, it was different from the zhanmadao. The blade of this saber was wider and the hilt was longer.
Wu Weiying's practice was also very simple. Practicing on horseback was one aspect, and the most exciting part was chopping the targets on the ground.
On top of the wooden frame was a scarecrow covered in armor. As long as one cut off the helmet, it would be fine. However, Wu Weiying was clearly not satisfied with this. She cut off the wooden frame with one slash, directly cutting off the wood.
Strong and powerful, skilled in Taoism. This was Zhu Yijun's evaluation of Wu Weiying.
The big saber in her hand cut in from all angles, either chopping or cutting. The seemingly heavy saber flew up and down in Wu Weiying's hand. It was as light as a feather. Every time the saber went down, a wooden frame would be cut off.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Yijun immediately laughed. This guy really went all out.
Honours present also watched the liveliness and cheered from time to time. However, there was one person whose expression was not very good. This person was Zhang Cheng.
It was not because of anything else, but because of the wooden frames.
If Wu Weiying chopped these targets until they could not be used, then what could the others use?
After the practice, Zhu Yijun stood up and said with a smile, "Good, Marquis Gongshun has raised a good grandson. Come, reward him!" After saying this, he cheered a few more times, appearing very excited.
Honours naturally followed suit and cheered. Many people turned to look at Marquis Gongshun, Wu Ruyin.
Obviously, in this time's practice, Marquis Gongshun's grandson had shown extraordinary talent and was deeply favored by the Emperor. It looked like Marquis Gongshun's Manor was going to rise!
The rise and fall of Honours were common. After all, Daming Honours were many, but once they fell, it was difficult to get them back.
None of the Honours were willing to live their days with only a title and be disciplined by the civil servants.
Honours would only be able to bring glory to their families and become true Honours if they were trusted by the Emperor.
After Wu Weiying was the grandson of the British Duke, Zhang Weixian. Zhang Weixian had a bellyful of anger when someone snatched his first spot.
All the Honours present were watching. His grandfather was also present. If he did not perform well, he would lose face for the House of Lords.
As the House of High Dukes, they could not afford to lose face. Zhang Weixian swore in his heart.
Zhang Weixian's weapon was a long spear. His long spear was not light. Looking at the spear shaft that was thicker than a rolling pin, it was clear that this great spear was very heavy. The result was not out of everyone's expectations.
Zhang Weixian not only showed the subtlety of his spear technique, but he also showed his full strength.
The great spear was picked up from the ground by a wooden frame and directly raised above his head. One must know that there was armor on top of the wooden frame!
With this kind of strength, it was absolutely no problem to pick up a person with the spear.
Zhu Yijun watched with interest. Arrogance, how could a soldier not be arrogant?
The grandson of the Dingguo Xu Wenbi, Xu Yingzhen, was now forced into a corner. A Mashuo.
Speaking of the Mashuo, Zhu Yijun was very interested. This thing was actually a cavalry's heavy spear. The hardwood spear weighed more than forty catties, and the iron spear weighed more than one hundred and twenty catties.
Xu Yingzhen's Mashuo had a white wax pole.
Although the weight was only fifty catties, the white wax pole was full of listening power. If this power was used well, then the power would be great.
In the next few decades, there was an army that specialized in using the white wax pole spear. It was a special army that was trained by Sichuan's Chieftain Qin Liangyu for his husband, Ma Qiancheng.
The white pole spear used by this army was made of sturdy white wood (white wax tree).
In the past, Qin Liangyu led this army to participate in the campaigns of Pingbo, Pingshe, Liao, Qing Dynasty, King Qin, and Bandit Suppression.
This was how the white pole spear got its name. Xu Yingzhen practiced this Mashuo very skillfully.
When Xu Yingzhen finished his demonstration, Zhu Yijun stood up and said, "Good, the three people who practiced will all be rewarded!" After saying this, Zhu Yijun smiled and said, "Okay, today's demonstration will end here!"
Zhu Yijun naturally couldn't let everyone practice. There was no time for that. He didn't really come to watch the demonstration.
In addition, Zhu Yijun also wanted to create a sense of competition. It would be boring if everyone practiced martial arts. Originally, only Zhang Weixian and Xu Yingzhen would practice martial arts. Wu Weiying came out in the middle. Zhu Yijun was even more happy. He deliberately arranged Wu Weiying to be the first one to practice martial arts.
When the Honours heard that the martial arts demonstration was over, their expressions immediately changed.
The two High Dukes were naturally satisfied. Not only did their grandson show his face, but he also showed his face in a big way. They were naturally happy about such a thing.
They didn't care what others thought. Who let them be High Dukes?
The faces of the Marquises were not very good. If there was no Wu Weiying, then it would be fine.
Everyone was the same. No one could show who was better. But now with Wu Weiying, the gap was obvious.
It wasn't because of the difference in status, but because the children of their families were useless. This was very embarrassing.
The Marquis of Gongshun, Wu Ruyin's face was also very ugly. His family originally surrendered to the Mongolians. Although so many years had passed, everyone didn't say it on the surface. In private, they still looked down on the Marquis of Gongshun.
This time, not only did his son compete with the House of High Dukes, but he also stepped on the children of the other Marquises.
When they returned to the Palace of Heavenly Purity, the first thing Zhu Yijun did was to prepare a banquet. He didn't want to make the atmosphere too tense. It was very suitable to have a meal to ease the tension.
When the dishes were placed on the table, Zhu Yijun raised his wine cup.
"Everyone, I am very happy today. Xu Yingzhen of the House of Dingguo, Zhang Weixian of the House of Lords, Wu Weiying of the Marquis of Gongshun. Very good. I am very comforted. I, Daming, have a successor. I should drink a big white wine!"
After saying that, Zhu Yijun drank his wine. The others followed suit.
"Where are my talents?"
Zhu Yijun put down his wine cup and said to Zhang Cheng, who was serving behind him, "Quickly let them in. I want to give them a good reward."
"Reporting to the Imperial Majesty, they are outside!" Zhang Cheng quickly replied.
Zhu Yijun nodded. The eunuch summoned them. Three people walked in from outside. After coming in, they knelt on the ground and saluted Zhu Yijun.
"Very good. Servants, give them a seat and wine!" Zhu Yijun said with a laugh.